I wouldn’t hesitate to say Evil Genius…….

If I was asked to describe my feelings my most recent session, I would have to say helpless, isolated, delightfully frustrated, completely at ease, and of course, 100% satisfied.

If asked to describe you, I wouldn’t hesitate to say Evil Genius and Complete Professional

Prior to our session I had expressed an interest in trying some tighter and more restrictive bondage than our previous sessions, while inviting you to continue to use which ever tortures and instrument you felt like on me. In our previous sessions this is has mainly meant different floggers, paddles, canes and the continued ‘training’ of my poor nipples. This time you showed me that there so many different ways to torture someone brave enough to submit to you.

The session started with me lying face down, a friendly conversation about our respective Christmas plans, and mere moments later, me in a simple hogtie. The rope ran from one wrist, down around my ankles, and back to my other wrist. My wrists weren’t even tied together. Under normal circumstances I could easily reach the knot around my wrist and free myself. But we both know you’re better than that. One pair of thumb cuffs which had been applied prior to the rope saw to that. Before the session I had (foolishly) reminded you that my feet were ticklish. So here began the torture. After a few moments of trying to wiggle away from your fingers and to twist my thumb enough to reach the knot just inches from my hand, you relented, and fetched more rope. My legs were fully doubled over and tied, calf to thigh, and the original hogtied tightened to take up the slack left by my now immobilised legs.

More tickling, more struggling and twisting later, and you released my thumbs, ‘Making it a bit easier’ for me. I immediately reached for the knot on my wrist. SLAP ‘Not THAT easy’ you declared, and explained I would have to untie my ankles first. You watched on satisfied know, just like I did, that I had no chance. After a few minutes of trying, I managed to loosen the rope ever so slightly, however the slack disappeared immediately when I had to shift my arm, pulling the rope tight again.

After this I was released, and after a kind moment to stretch out my muscles, you presented the thick leather hood I would be wearing for the remainder of the session. The hood in place, I lay face up on your table, a gag placed in my mouth and the blindfold on the hood pulled down. I have said before I trust you completely during our sessions and here you were given the chance to show that trust is completely justified. The ring on the hood that allows gags to be placed was pressing painfully into my nose. I soon realised that it would be a problem, so I used the safe signal. Immediately you removed the gag and loosened the hood. After discussing the problem, you offered an alternative however I opted to remain in the hood which you left looser this time as was the gag.

This was the first time I have ever had to use a safe word with you, however despite all the punishments you have inflicted on me, I know that safety is just moments away if necessary. This knowledge is why I always feel safe coming back and submitting to you. What happened next however, is the reason I keep submitting to you.

The hood and mask sorted, you proceed to tied AND cuff my hands above head at one end of the table, while tying feet down at the other end of the table. You than applied pegs to my nipples before doing the same to my genitals over the pink panties I wear during our sessions. I mentioned earlier that our previous sessions had mainly used floggers, paddles and canes, and in all honesty, I was expecting the same here. Every time I was touched, I jumped, expecting pain.

No, you had a worse punishment in store for me.

You lifted up my panties, and pushed something down to the bottom, and flipped a switch. A vibrator. Then another, and another. The placement was perfect. Teasing my genitals but no where near strong enough to do more than that. I lay there frustrated and awaiting you next torment when I heard a sound. It was muffled by the hood but it was enough to realise one thing. That was from downstairs. You had left me here to be frustrated. I started squirming, not looking for release but satisfaction. All I found was discomfort as the pegs shook in response to my movement. Eventually I gave up and relaxed, actually quite comfortable apart from the vibrations.

On returning, you used yet another vibrator to tease the pegs before returning to tickling me. Eventually the vibrators were removed and I thought there could be no worse torture than that. I was wrong. You had also shown the care you take in your work again, removing the handcuffs out of concern. I was still securely tied however and the next torture is why I would not hesitate to call you an evil genius.

You first applied some electrodes to my inner thighs and set up the pattern. The pulses going through my body were not painful at first but grow in intensity with each one, finally reaching the point were I would flinch, trying to shack the pads off. The pulse would stop before the pattern repeated again. As soon as I got used to this, the exact moment, then my nipples exploded in pain. You were pulling on the pegs. When you did it a second time I got the message, and tried to wiggle my towards the top of the table. Once the little slack there was in the ropes around my ankles was taken up, you stopped, but I could sense you moving. Then my left nipple was being pulled on again, though much less severely this time. Then I felt some string being pulled tight over my arms running towards the head of the table and I realised what you were doing. The string was tied to the pegs, running over my chest and arms, past my head and being tied off. My suspicion was confirmed when my right nipple received similar treatment.

Then the real depths of your plan revealed itself, as the electric shocks to my thighs reach the peak of the cycle, causing me to flinch. From now off every time I flinched, I would be pulling on my own nipples. Even when I braced myself, my body would tense against the shocks, and that would be enough to cause just enough movement in my chest to pull on the pegs. You didn’t have to do anything and I would still be tortured by my own body. So of course, you did something. A combination of pins and I believe a hair brush was gently applied to my skin. The pattern of the shocks to my thighs were changed. Nothing on its own particularly painful, but with me sitting in the dark, the anticipation caused my to jump a little each time.

Eventually you relented and the session came to a close. Every session has been great, however this session is my favourite to date, and I’ll admit that by the end, the amount of adrenaline pumping through my system had my body trembling. As always, I find myself looking forward to our next session already.